Grocery shopping. I'm not sure how successful they'll be though.
( there's a little laugh as he moves to sit down beside her.
then immediately perking up at the knowledge that she brought him some more books. he's already gone through the others at least twice since he has way more free time than he knows what do with sometimes. )
Really, really? ( trying to look for them. ) What did you bring?
[ despite her pity for the man, a smile still finds it's way to the corners of her mouth; her attention shifting to the other as he sits. the change in his expression delights the part of her that likes to spoil him — making a grandiose gesture of hiding the bag she had tucked beside her. ]
Hmmm...! You know, I'm not sure I remember... It must be the heat affecting me.
[ she's teasing, of course; giggling at the sight of him trying to locate his present. ]
( which is probably true, all things considered. daikoku seems like the kind of guy to enjoy the chaos and abuse despite the fact that he totally deserves better. )
Oh yea? Maybe—Maybe I just gotta find it for myself!
( which he tries to achieve by leaning against her and trying to swipe the back from behind her. )
[ as exasperated as she gets with Yato at times, she has to admit that knowing him is never knowing a dull moment; which is nice, in it's own way.
thoughts are interrupted by Yukine suddenly making a grab for his present, eliciting a gasp of surprise — followed by the very abrupt realization of his body pressing up against hers. ]
Ah!
[ she's flustered and convinced this was his plan all along. efforts to keep the game going are in vain and finally she concedes her defeat, grinning as she hands over the bag. ]
They're workbooks from this past year. I also raided the school's book sale and managed to find copies of some of the novels we've read in class too!
( good thing there was never such a plan because there is an extremely low chance that yukine would be able to pull it off with anything even resembling a straight face. it's too embarrassing. he couldn't do it, not without getting flustered and stumbling. he doesn't even realise that he's too close until they are— definitely are, undeniably are—and his fingers are brushing against his present.
he doesn't touch it for longer than a second before he's recoiling away with a twinge of pink flushed across his cheeks. he laughs a little, just a touch awkward, before she's relenting and handing over the gift anyway. )
( he's seen her bring them over countless times to go through them herself during their study sessions while he worked his way through the homework and lessons she'd assigned him, but he hadn't gotten a chance to read any of them. he kept hoping that there might be enough time before she had to bring them back, but there never was.
which was fine! hiyori gave him plenty of other books to read. he was just hoping to read the same books as her when she was reading them or at least right after she finished so they could talk about them. one of the best things about books, after all, is getting to discuss them! and he really wanted to do more of that.
he's grinning back when he takes them. )
Thank you! Do you need me to pay you back for them?
( he's sure she can afford them, but it's the principle of the matter! he's making money these days, so it's only fair. )
[ Accidents happen and at least he had the decency to look embarrassed, unlike a certain sweaty-palmed someone that will not be named!
More importantly, Yukine is visibly glowing at his gift and it fills Hiyori with a happy warmth that spreads from her chest to the tips of her fingers and toes. Though she knows that physically, he won't grow any further than the age he is right now, she thought it was important for him to continue his studies — something he wholeheartedly agreed with, by the way he devoured every text-book she handed over.
Sometimes, she found herself wondering what it would be like to go to school with Yukine; if he were alive. Would they have been friends if they met under those circumstances like they are now? Possibly. Probably? He was handsome, so Hiyori was certain he would have been popular with the girls, at the very least.
— Whoa. Just where did that thought come from?
A mental slap to the face before chalking it up to the heat was enough to pull her back to the present — quickly dismissing his question about payment with a wave of her hand. ]
You're welcome! And no way! I bought these for you, they're a gift!
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( there's a little laugh as he moves to sit down beside her.
then immediately perking up at the knowledge that she brought him some more books. he's already gone through the others at least twice since he has way more free time than he knows what do with sometimes. )
Really, really? ( trying to look for them. ) What did you bring?
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[ despite her pity for the man, a smile still finds it's way to the corners of her mouth; her attention shifting to the other as he sits. the change in his expression delights the part of her that likes to spoil him — making a grandiose gesture of hiding the bag she had tucked beside her. ]
Hmmm...! You know, I'm not sure I remember... It must be the heat affecting me.
[ she's teasing, of course; giggling at the sight of him trying to locate his present. ]
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( which is probably true, all things considered. daikoku seems like the kind of guy to enjoy the chaos and abuse despite the fact that he totally deserves better. )
Oh yea? Maybe—Maybe I just gotta find it for myself!
( which he tries to achieve by leaning against her and trying to swipe the back from behind her. )
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[ as exasperated as she gets with Yato at times, she has to admit that knowing him is never knowing a dull moment; which is nice, in it's own way.
thoughts are interrupted by Yukine suddenly making a grab for his present, eliciting a gasp of surprise — followed by the very abrupt realization of his body pressing up against hers. ]
Ah!
[ she's flustered and convinced this was his plan all along. efforts to keep the game going are in vain and finally she concedes her defeat, grinning as she hands over the bag. ]
They're workbooks from this past year. I also raided the school's book sale and managed to find copies of some of the novels we've read in class too!
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he doesn't touch it for longer than a second before he's recoiling away with a twinge of pink flushed across his cheeks. he laughs a little, just a touch awkward, before she's relenting and handing over the gift anyway. )
Oh! Sorry.
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You really got them?!
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which was fine! hiyori gave him plenty of other books to read. he was just hoping to read the same books as her when she was reading them or at least right after she finished so they could talk about them. one of the best things about books, after all, is getting to discuss them! and he really wanted to do more of that.
he's grinning back when he takes them. )
Thank you! Do you need me to pay you back for them?
( he's sure she can afford them, but it's the principle of the matter! he's making money these days, so it's only fair. )
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[ Accidents happen and at least he had the decency to look embarrassed, unlike a certain sweaty-palmed someone that will not be named!
More importantly, Yukine is visibly glowing at his gift and it fills Hiyori with a happy warmth that spreads from her chest to the tips of her fingers and toes. Though she knows that physically, he won't grow any further than the age he is right now, she thought it was important for him to continue his studies — something he wholeheartedly agreed with, by the way he devoured every text-book she handed over.
Sometimes, she found herself wondering what it would be like to go to school with Yukine; if he were alive. Would they have been friends if they met under those circumstances like they are now? Possibly. Probably? He was handsome, so Hiyori was certain he would have been popular with the girls, at the very least.
— Whoa.
Just where did that thought come from?
A mental slap to the face before chalking it up to the heat was enough to pull her back to the present — quickly dismissing his question about payment with a wave of her hand. ]
You're welcome! And no way! I bought these for you, they're a gift!